Sorry for keep you guys waiting! Sometimes I have to do uni work *shudders* :p
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Octavia was abruptly woken by a loud banging coming from the living room, followed by a string of curse words. She rolled from her bed, wrapping her blanket around her to ward off the brisk air of the early morning. Bleary eyed she shuffled from her room to investigate what was going on.
"Clarke?" Octavia asked confused. Clarke lay on the living room floor, only in her underwear, clothes strewn all over the place, her hair still wild from sleep. "I tripped over this stupid thing!" Clarke kicked the duffel bag roughly as she climbed to her feet.
"What's going on?" Octavia asked shaking her head at Clarke, with a smirk.
"I don't have anything to wear!" Clarke snapped as she madly searched through the piles of clothing.
"Calm down, where's the fire?" Octavia plopped down on to one of the mismatched dining chairs.
"I am supposed to be meeting Lexa in twenty minutes!" Clarke stressed, pulling a pair of dark denim jeans on.
"Oh, ohh that's today!"
"What's today?" Raven yawned as she entered the room, eyes barley open. She took a seat next to Octavia.
"Clarke's meeting her future employer"
"Oh, well you might want to wear some clothes" Raven offered. Clarke rolled her eyes at her friend's unhelpful advice. She pulled on a sweatshirt, only to pull it off moments later with a groan of frustration.
"I don't have anything that looks professional I left all those clothes at home! My boobs make everything I have look slutty!" Clarke winged.
"Since when is that a bad thing?" Raven quipped, making Octavia laugh. Clarke shot them both a dirty look.
"Guys this is a job interview! I want to look professional!" Clarke huffed, turning from her friends to resume searching through her clothes.
"Relax" Octavia stood. "You must have something" She joined Clarke, going through the clothing that littered the couch and floor.
"Hey Raven do you still have that blue button up?" Octavia called.
"Ah yeah I think so. I'll go grab it" Raven disappeared from the room, yawning.
"Its gonna be to tight Octavia!" Clarke grumbled.
"That is why your going to wear this sweater over the top."
Raven returned, tossing the top to Octavia, who passed it to Clarke along with the dark blue sweater.
"Thanks" Clarke slipped on the top, doing up all the buttons after a little struggle.
"Don't breathe out, you'll pop a button and blind someone" Raven joked.
"I told you it'd be to tight O!" Clarke complained childishly.
"That's why you have the sweater!" Octavia rolled her eyes again.
Clarke relented, pulling the sweater over her head.
"See that's better" Octavia adjusted the front of Clarke's shirt while Raven came up behind her and fixed the collar so it sat nicely over the sweater.
"Thanks guys" Clarke smiled gratefully. She then grabbed her hair brush and quickly began yanking it through her hair.
"Jeez Clarke, give me the damn brush, before you rip your damn hair out." Clarke rolled her eyes but passed the brush to Octavia and took a seat on the sofa. Octavia gently ran the brush through Clarke's golden hair.
"I'm nervous O" Clarke confessed, biting her lip.
"I couldn't tell" Octavia teased.
"You will be fine Clarke, won't she Raven?" Octavia glanced back to Raven, who had sat back down at the dinning table, her chin resting in the palm of her hand and her eyes closed.
"Oh right yeah, you'll charm her pants of Clarke" Raven mumbled sleepily.
"Not exactly what I want to do, but thanks Raven." Clarke sat still as Octavia's fingers glided through her hair. Octavia took two sections of Clarke's hair pulling them back and securing them in a small Celtic looking knot.
"Done" Octavia stated, admiring her handy work.
"Thanks Octavia, you're a life saver"
"I know." Octavia smirked. "Now go get 'em" She ordered, slapping Clarke on the ass. Clarke left the apartment laughing at her friends.
Clarke sat nervously at a table in the coffee shop she had agreed to meet Lexa at. Her legs twitched on anticipation as she tried to distract herself by checking facbeook on her phone.
Her head would snap towards the door every time the bell chimed, to see if it was her potential employer. Not that she had any idea who she was looking for, she was just looking for a woman with a young girl. The bell sounded once again and Clarke looked up to see a young woman on her own. Clarke noted that she was that was beautiful in an intimidating way. She wore form fitting jeans and a black leather jacket over a tight black top, her dark hair pulled back. Clarke couldn't help her eyes from lingering for just a moment. She managed too tear her eyes away from the woman, looking back down at her phone, not wanting to appear creepy.
"Ahem" Clarke's head shot up when she heard someone clear their throat a moment later. She was surprised to see the intimidatingly beautiful woman standing in front of her.
"Are you Clarke Griffin?" The brunette asked. Clarke recognized her professional tone from their previous phone call.
"Oh yes that's me!" Clarke stood abruptly, tripping over her own chair and nearly knocking the table over, in her fluster. "Hi" she stuttered feeling her cheeks heating up in embarrassment at the way she had been ogling her maybe boss only a few seconds ago. She held a hand out towards Lexa, hoping it wasn't to sweaty. "Nice to meet you" Clarke managed to say, her voice only shaking a little.
Lexa shook her hand firmly and nodded curtly before pulling out the other chair and sitting down.
"Sorry I am not punctual, Indigo did not want to be left with Lincoln" Lexa apologized.
"Oh that's fine!" Clarke smiled. They sat awkwardly, neither speaking.
"What can I get you ladies?" A waitress asked interrupting their awkward silence, much to Lexa's relief.
"Ill have a black coffee thank you" Lexa answered and then indicated for Clarke to order. Lexa took the opportunity to observe the blonde, while she hurriedly looked through the menu. Lexa would have had to be blind not to recognize how pretty she was, despite the dark circles under her sky blue eyes.
"I'll just have a chi latte" Clarke finally ordered, with a wide smile. Lexa noticed the waitress smiling back and batting her eyelashes. Clarke appeared to be oblivious to the waitress' interest.
"So how old is Indigo?" Clarke asked after another minute of no talking.
"She is almost three"
"Oh that's a nice age!" Clarke said cringing at her own lameness.
"She is very spirited, but a good girl". Lexa answered.
"So I ah brought my resume and references" Clarke pulled a file from her bag and handed it to Lexa. "It's not very long I'm afraid, I spent most of my time studying." Clarke explained. Lexa just nodded as her eyes scanned the papers.
The waitress returned with their order a few moments later.
"Here you go" She grinned as she placed Clarke's beverage in front of her. She then roughly dumped Lexa's on to the table, her eyes still on Clarke.
"Gee thanks" Lexa mumbled. Clarke still hadn't noticed the waitress' flirtatious behavior.
Lexa sipped her coffee and continued flicking through Clarke's resume. Clarke watched anxiously and tried not to stare at Lexa to much.
"You were at Harvard Medical school? and it looks like you were top of your class, why the sudden change?" Lexa queried.
Clarke physically stiffened at the question, swallowing deeply. She knew it was a valid question and had expected it come up but she still wasn't prepared.
"Ah six months ago my Father and I were involved in a car crash." Clarke's voice was thick with emotion.
Lexa nodded giving Clarke the time she needed to continue. "He didn't make it" Clarke stammered, her eyes not meeting Lexa's. "I tried to save him at the scene, but I couldn't do it, I froze." Clarke finally made eye contact with Lexa, she was surprised to see the brunettes face had softened. "Anyway after that I couldn't go back".
"I understand, sorry for bringing it up" She passed Clarke her spare napkin as she noticed the tears pooling in the girl's eyes.
"No, that's okay, guess you gotta make sure I'm not some psycho, sorry for turning into a blubbering mess, I just haven't spoken about it all in a while" Clarke felt embarrassed for suddenly crying in front of the woman she had only met a few minutes ago.
"It's really okay, I understand, I lost someone too. My sister, Anya was killed. Indigo is her daughter, she left her in my custody." Lexa spoke honestly.
"Oh, I'm sorry that must be hard on both of you." Clarke could see a familiar pain reflected in Lexa's eyes and suspected their was more to the story, but she didn't ask.
"Thank you. Anyway due to our unusual circumstances I am looking for someone that will be able to offer Indigo the special care that she needs. Someone who will be patient and offer comfit but will also be firm and not allow her to misbehave" Lexa explained, Clarke listened intently.
"Absolutely it must be a hard time for her, it isn't unusual for a child's behavior to regress or change after such a traumatic event" Lexa was surprised at Clarke's assessment, she was correct. Indigo had regressed in some aspects of her development
"Psych rotation" Clarke explained seeing Lexa's look of surprise.
"Of course." Lexa nodded. "I also need someone who has a fairly flexible schedule as my work hours are long and often unpredictable. That is why it would be best if the person was to live in. What is your availability like?" Lexa questioned.
"Most of my classes are evening classes, I have one at six pm on Monday, seven thirty pm on Wednesday and another Saturday morning. I do have lectures Thursday and Friday but I can watch them online so it's okay if I can't go" Clarke had intentionally chosen her classes to allow for the most free time to work knowing that she desperately needed to. "The living in thing would be great!" Clarke said a little to enthusiastically. Lexa quirked her eyebrow in curiosity.
"Oh I recently broke up with my boyfriend and have been staying at Octavia and my other friend Raven's place" Clarke said sheepishly, embarrassed to be relying on her friends so much at 24.
"I see" Lexa said nodding.
"So what do you do for work?" Clarke asked changing the subject away from her tragic life but also curious as to what kept the brunette looking so ...fit.
"I am a Marshal" Lexa answered quietly, not wanting everyone to over hear.
"Seriously?!" Clarke's eyebrows shot up in surprise amazement. "That's really cool!" Clarke enthused. "Can you talk about what you do or is it like super secret hush hush stuff?" Clarke asked, leaning forward and speaking in a hushed tone as if someone might be listening. Lexa was amused by the blonde's reaction. Normally she didn't discuss her role or even tell people, but the way Clarke was looking at her in awe and admiration was making her feel a little warmer inside.
"I can't discuss the details or anything however my previous position required me to be constantly travelling." She missed the fast passed life on the fugitive task force but when Anya had been killed, leaving Indigo in her care, she knew that the frequent travelling and danger the job involved would not be suitable to raising a child. "However I have transferred and will be working locally".
"Cool" Clarke said trying to sound indifferent after her enthusiastic outburst.
The awkward silence returned, both women studying the other as they sipped their coffees.
"Well everything seems great, you seem great... for the ah position I mean" Lexa spoke feeling unusually flustered "and ah you come highly recommended by Lincoln. How would you feel about coming over for dinner one evening and meeting Indigo, see if you think you can keep up with her" Lexa regained smirked.
"Yeah, that would be great!" Clarke grinned happily.
"Great! Is.." Lexa was cut off by the sound of her self phone. "Sorry I have to get this". Clarke nodded. "Lincoln what's going on?... is she ok?"
Even on the other side of the table Clarke could hear cries coming through the phone. "I'm on my way" Lexa hung up. "Sorry I have to go, I'll contact you about dinner." Lexa stood gathering her things.
"That's okay, it was great meeting you!" Clarke stood as well holding her hand out.
"You to Clarke."Lexa took it shacking it gently.
She then pulled a few notes from her wallet placing them on the table. "The coffee's on me, consider it a business meeting." Lexa offered a tight smile before hurrying out of the cafe.
Clarke flopped back down on to her chair, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Crushed it!" She said to herself, fist pumping the air.
Hope you enjoyed! I found this one a little difficult to write for some reason.
The next chapter is partly done so I will try not to keep you waiting for very long!